They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder but really...out of sight, out of mind. Distances makes the bridge easier to burn.
Shoot a flaming arrow right into the heart of the bond and watch it changes to ashes. Some burn slowly, and smolder in the wak(more)e of fire. Others light up and crumble at the smallest lick of flame. Sturdy bonds, connects that were falling apart on their own. It doesn't matter. All of them burn if you do it right.
Some, a select few, require fuel. You have to stand as close as possible to the bridge, dose it in gasoline, and then slowly step back before you can fire. But even those will break eventually.
And when the burning bridges have all fallen away, and transformed into the gray mud of the river that surrounds you, you fill find yourself alone on an island, with only the faded memory of friendships on those distant shores. (less)
It's an act so simple that we are all guilty. An act of selfishness that through perspective alleviates the responsibility of being a martyr.
Didn't you know martyrs are a dying breed?
(more) Bound by blood, ramifications can be grave, yet they stay. Family, we call them. The ones who are gluttons for our punishment, our selfishness.
An act of treason against the feminine figure head, she will forgive. Mother is god in the eyes of a child.
Sister, Brother, fighting, spitting venomous indignant words at each other, yet to be forgotten over the dinner table.
Father. Respect. The dominant masculine imposing authority. Discipline the children, for not disciplining is an injustice alone.
Friends are an entirely different class. Tissues, really. Use one, wad it up until you have to go to the store to buy a new box because there are always more.
No one is a unique or special snow flake.
When meshed together, we have a simile of a social life, human interaction. A tug of war games for self fulfillment. No one keeps anyone around for nothing. Everyone is replaceable and everyone will leave.
The epitome of the human action, though, take some gasoline, and spit on the bridges that we create through our social endeavors and watch it blaze. Bridges are meant to cross, but sometimes, we don't need to go back. Ever.